Self-Ashtualisation

Dream’s lucidity cannot be priced or prized in so far as enlightenment is to concern itself by being too concerned with all those expensive feelings that cannot be prised from my tight fists, feasting upon your treasured robots.   ‘Intention is everything,’ you say through your remaining robot, not looking me in the eye when I confront you about your stale hypocrisy that tepid heart toys me in its touch engrossing itself in the game called ‘still caring’, pretending, not caring that I have stopped putting a price tag on your, in hindsight, not quite expensive, copy-pasted words.   Solemn still waters in that preserved, artificial self energetically claim that every time you say you believe in me, I am right to believe that you mean it, meaning irrespective of the untruth, you demand the benefit of my, not quite doubt, out, so I won’t accuse you of causing me unduly pain, shutting me up in the most efficient way you can think of.   ‘Show me th

   Hello! Owing to my owing poetry so much, I’ll start with a confession. I did not start out liking poetry, let alone loving it. Prior to studying creative writing at university, I had always assumed that poems were dull, cryptic and absolutely depressing.   It did not help that as a teenager who did not read poetry – except for those assigned in my English classes – I used to write them, poorly of course, when life was hard. When I was a bit older, I thought that was just a phase, that I had outgrown it all. Fast-forward a few years, convinced by my university’s guidance counsellor that writing poems would help me express myself beautifully and that I had it in me to write great poetry, I signed up for a poetry writing elective. This probably sounds dramatic but my life was changed for the better. I fell in love with poetry and with writing them since, though the road was still rocky at times. Initially there were all those insecurities. It didn’t matter that my creative writing in

   Hello everyone! How are you? Thank God it doesn’t rhyme this time around. Phew. My sentences have become too rhyming nowadays, so imagine my relief my friends, imagine my relief indeed! Gosh! All those daft rhythmic rubbish again! What to do? Well, I think writing this listicle’s what to do. As the self-explanatory title suggests, in this post I share eleven things you’d relate to if you’re both a prose and poetry writer like me, or to put it more simply, a confused writer. Nah just kidding. Anyway, let’s dive into that list!   1)     Most of the time, your poetry doesn’t rhyme and your prose does – especially when you don’t want it to. 2)     Your text messages read like song lyrics and although you’re not a songwriter – at least not formally – your song lyrics read like text messages. 3)     Procrastination will often try to charm you into writing a novel when you’re working on your poem and vice versa. 4)     Your poetry has too many plots and your prose none at all.